A few times a summer we make the trek down to our local public pier for the free concert series that goes on in our small town. It can be bitterly cold there due to fog and wind, but once or twice a year, it’s warm and lovely and the music is right and the right mix of friends shows up and the kids play nicely and it’s wonderful.
Last night was one of those nights.
I love this season of our lives: Good friends, good kids, good music, good fun. Sometimes the goodness fills up my heart so much it hurts a little, and my cheeks ache from the smiling and my belly gets sore from the laughing. And I want to take ever morsel of it and pack it away, chipmunk style, in the back corners of my mouth, only to dole each second of the sun out one by one come winter.